A walk down Memory Lane is filled with stumbles, stumbles over formative experiences that now seem absurd.
One of my favorites is the Catholic Church's "teachings" on sex in the 50's.
We learned that in the masturbation department (aka self abuse) that awe had an eventual choice between hairy palms and a penis that just fell off.
We learned that despite the millions of years of evolution and the unrelenting surge of hormones, that virginity must be placed above all else.
We learned that almost any kind of "impure thought," which arrived about every 10 seconds, could send you to hell for eternity.
And, finally, it was really hard to enjoy sex when you knew that Jesus, Mary and Joseph were always watching.
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